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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Voyager

Character you have created: Riley / Devashya

Alias: Voyager

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): MediumOrchid

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Public

Character Personality: Riley's been on Earth for quite some time now. She's not the same naive space alien unaccustomed to the habits and cultures of humanity anymore, having seen both the best humanity had to offer and the absolute worst. She's wiser now, a little more experienced, but despite coming back from the brink with a whole new look, she hasn't changed all that much. Riley's still a quirky weirdo, unusually gifted at improvisation and off-the-wall thinking. Riley's still a total nerd who's into the absolute geekiest aspects of human culture, especially Star Trek. Most of all, Riley's still the same relentless optimist and heroic paragon she's always been, seeing the best in everyone, wanting to make friends before she made enemies, and earnestly believing that no matter what happens and no matter how dark it gets, everyone can be saved.

Uniform/costume:

Riley hasn't come back unchanged. Still visibly alien, on the tall side for normal humans but thin and without a lot of visible muscle mass, Riley has a squidlike appearance, her skin primarily being a seagreen tone with a lighter offwhite color from her lower jaw to her upper chest. Her 'hair' consists of tendrils that resemble layers of hair in a chin-length pixie cut, and is a shade darker then her skin, and the iris' of her wide eyes are a bright shade of red with a thin pupil, including the third eye hidden by her bangs most of the time. Her hands and feet are both webbed with four digits and white on the palms and soles. Her usual wardrobe consists of anything casual and comfy, and since her usual superhero costume got pretty trashed she added a similarly colored deep purple jacket to her heroic attire.

Origin Info/Details: Riley's past is something of a mystery to her, having washed up on a beach in Pacific Point a few years ago with little to no knowledge of her past, outside of vague memories of a shootout on an island. Coming into the care of Jordan Fletcher, a security guard at Poseidon Laboratory, and the esteemed scientist Dr. Alexander J. Martel, Riley found herself thrust into the act of superheroism when the notorious Game Genie launched an assault on her new home, quickly adopting the name Voyager, derived from a science fiction series she rather enjoyed. She's been working out of Pacific Point ever since, eventually joining with the premiere superhero alliance known as the Guardians.

Then something happened that filled in the blanks a little bit; she died.

Sacrificing herself to save Pacific Point from the opening salvo of an alien invasion, an unknown ability that Riley's species possessed activated, regenerating her body and bringing her back to life with an altered look and superpowers derived from the same Psionic energy, but more importantly her memories began to trickle back as well. She remembered regenerating like this before, that the memories of a shootout on an island were from her first life, and she remembered she had a name. Devashya...

Hero Type (Select one): Energy/Psychic (Psionic)
Power Level (Select one below): City
Powers (Be Specific):

Riley's species possesses superhuman abilities derived from their ability to tap into an energy source known as Psionic energy. Described by Dr. Martel as an energy source "existing only partly in the physical world", Psionic energy is poorly understood by humans, with the only other user known being a refugee from the distant future, but it has granted Riley several superhuman abilities, such as-

Psiokinesis: Riley's powers are now telekinetic in nature, her psionics granting her the ability to move objects and matter with the power of her mind. She's able to move and throw heavy objects many times her size as well as manipulate complex objects at a distance. She's also able to fly by using it on herself and can reshape objects as durable as steel if needed.

Psioshield: Riley is protected by a barely visible barrier enveloping her body that can neutralize kinetic energy on contact, dulling fast-moving and hard-hitting objects such as fists and even bullets. The protection only applies to herself, and she can't extend it to other people or objects.

Psijump: Not so much a jump as a short-ranged teleportation that allows Riley to slip in and out of danger and around objects. She can take others with her and travel longer distances with considerable effort.

In addition to Psionics, Riley's alien physiology has also granted her with heightened awareness of her surroundings and her reaction time is on average faster then most humans. Riley's species also has the ability to regenerate fully upon taking fatal damage, altering her appearance and powers in the process.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6 ft. 1
Weight: 175
Strength: Riley physically has normal to above average strength, but the strength of her Psiokinetic abilities puts her on par with most super strong opponents.
Speed/Reaction Timing: Normal and Above Average, both assisted by her abilities.
Endurance: Well above average for humans, Riley's species doesn't have the need to sleep, preferring a deep meditation for a few hours.
Agility: Above Average, again assisted by her abilities.
Intelligence: Average/Above Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Medium/Large
Weaknesses: Riley's biggest weakness is essentially the infinite amount of Psionic energy she can draw on turning her into a glass cannon. She can handle sustained use of her powers as long as it's controlled well, but if she pushes beyond her limits her body can start to break down from the intense amount of energy she is channeling, making her more vulnerable or even causing physical harm if she pushes her abilities too far.

Supporting Characters:
Dr. Alexander Martel: An aging but sharp-witted scientist employed by Poseidon who specializes in unusual energy sources. Tends to be the one who provides technical support and equipment to Voyager.
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Sinclair Adams: Riley's fellow Pacific Point superhero and one of her best friends, both of them having cut their teeth as superheroes fighting against the Hounds of Humanity.

(More to come)

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

It was warm. Something tickled her skin as a gentle breeze whispered by. It felt like it was going to rain.

Riley opened her eyes. Pushing herself up, she looked around at her surroundings. A rolling meadow extended in every direction as far as she could see, the blue-green grass tousled by the wind. Light clouds drifted through a rose-tinted sky, but there didn't appear to be a sun.

A deep breath. It wasn't her own. She looked to her left, seeing an alien sitting there, blue-skinned, with four arms folded in her lap. Riley didn't scream, or react with surprise. Why would she? She seemed so...familiar.

In fact, the whole place seemed familiar. Quite far from Pacific Point, but familiar nonetheless. But why?

"Do you know what happened?"

The alien's question startled her into remembering.

"There was an attack on my city. I was defending it, and...I think I died," Riley mused.

"I did too." The alien lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Riley repeated.

"They told us about this. If we weren't prepared, how our memories would be scattered," the alien said. "I wasn't ready when-"

"-the ship crashed." Riley finished, feeling the answer coming to her. "There were soldiers, they found you trying to fight them off...but you didn't survive the crash." Instinctively, she reached out her hand, and the alien took it with two of hers. The wind seemed to pick up as a response.

"You're still fighting to protect the innocent," the alien said to Riley. "You started fighting against the Game Genie, helped defeat the Hounds of Humanity...and the Guardians. You joined them too, to help save the world."

"I wish I could go back," Riley said. "I...I can do so much more."

The alien smiled. "But you are going back. Just like I did."

Riley gave her a confused look, then it all clicked into place. The wind intensified as Riley realized what all of this was.

"I...wait, I remember...you went back! You went back as ME!"

"And our memories were scattered, because of how I died," the alien said to Riley. "But...it's coming back now!"

"I'm starting to remember!" Riley shouted, the wind becoming a gale as it threatened to pick her up and carry her away.

"My...my name is Riley," the alien said.

"And my name..." Riley said.

"...is Devashya."

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A bolt of lightning illuminated the sky over Pacific Point, and at the same time, a pile of rubble suddenly gasped, the debris exploding outwards in a burst of Psionic energy.

Sprawled on the damp earth, Voyager took great, heaving breaths, like she was making up for the brief time she spent being dead. The warm feeling was gone, replaced with a damp chill and a gentle ache. It probably didn't help that most of her outfit was in tatters at this point, ripped straight through by whatever tore her up. She really needed a T-shirt or something. Taking a cursory look around, Voyager realized she happened to crash right through the front of a small clothing store. Most of what was here was water-logged, but there was a row of jackets that seemed to avoid most of the flood.

Reminding herself to find the owner and pay for it later, Voyager yoinked an oversized purple jacket and tossed it over her shoulders, figuring it'd be enough to keep her decent. Bracing herself for a quick flight to the place she last saw Wanderer, she stopped at seeing an unfamiliar alien on the wall.

No, wait. That was a mirror, and...wow that was different. Her hair looked less tentacle-esque, more like layers of hair then before, and she seemed to have webbing on her fingers and toes now. Lifted up her new bangs, a third eye between her usual two blinked back at her as well.

"Okaaaay," Voyager trailed off, quite dumbfounded at her new look. New life, new looks, she supposed. Did that mean new powers too? She tried throwing her hands around, but instead of a PsiBlast, a coat-rack flew towards her. She barely dodged it by suddenly flying out of the way.

"Well at least I can fly," she said with a sigh of relief. "Right, I'll figure the rest out, now where is Wander-aaaah!"

The second she touched down, there was a flash of purple and she suddenly found herself flying through a portal to a rooftop, landing unsteadily at the other end. Collecting herself, she realized she was on the same rooftop as Wanderer, too busy fighting aliens to notice the sound of the portal, as well as the alien ships swinging around to try and gun him down as he focused on the main force.

"Look out!"

Flying into action, Voyager threw herself between the alien ships and Wanderer, trying to put up a PsiBarrier. Nothing visible happened, but she felt some sort of Barrier block the shots, reducing them to little more then a burst of heat and a soft hit. Undeterred, she swung her hand around and carved chunks of concrete from the ground to fire at the enemy ships, smashing most of them to bits and sending the survivors away, save for one who lost control and decided to take out these meddling heroes with them. Voyager, working on instinct, made a motion as if to pry two objects apart and pulled the ship in half with her Psionics, sending each half in opposite directions to crash harmlessly.

Coming down from the high of using a brand new set of powers, she turned to Wanderer, a sheepish grin on her face as the glow of her three eyes faded.

"I...bet you have some questions," she said, rubbing the back of her neck.

Coil: Pantheon Divided (A Modern Day Mythology/Urban-Fantasy)

You have my attention.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Voyager descended from the skies a few miles out to see, searching the wreckage of the plane floating on the waves for any more survivors. Spotting a slight movement, she flew over and found a little girl, probably no older than eight, clinging to the broken wing jutting out from the ocean surface but sinking fast. Spotting the purple light coming from the alien, the girl let out a terrified, hoarse cry and tried to shift towards the alien.

"Easy, I have gotten you," Voyager said, dropping down to grab hold of her. "Arms around my neck...ulp, too tight!"

"D-daddy?" the girl squeaked out, arms wrapped tightly around the hero.

"He is in the orange thingy up there, let us go meet him okay?"

Voyager flew upwards as gently as she could manage towards the Coast Guard helicopter, where two search and rescue officers were waiting. One officer slipped a harness onto her while the alien handed her off into the vehicle. The second she was safely inside, the girl cried out as she dived into the arms of the man that the medics were tending to.

"Is there anyone else?" Voyager asked, raising her voice to be heard over the helicopter blades.

"No, it was just us," the man said weakly, tears in his eyes as he held his daughter close to his heart, to overwhelmed to say anything else.

"You're Voyager, right?" the Coast Guard officer asked. "Can't thank you enough, we would never have spotted that thing so close to the shore."

"I am always happy to assist," Voyager nodded. She was prepared to speed off with a friendly wave towards the shore when she heard it, sounding terrifyingly clear even over the rotors.

The roaring of the water.

Voyager turned to look at the rising wave on the horizon as the helicopter sped off, well out of harms way. Slowly growing higher and higher as it approached, she felt mounting dread as she realized that it was no ordinary wave. Hundreds, maybe thousands of feet high, a rolling wave of death barrelling towards...

...barrelling towards Pacific Point.

With the crack of the sound barrier breaking, Voyager sped towards the massive wave, determined to throw everything she got as it approached. She tried shields and barriers, but the moment it touched the wave they were annihilated or overwhelmed, the feedback hitting her like a cannonball to the chest. Wheezing for breath, she kept trying to use her barriers to block it, dissipate it, do anything to stop it, yet it continued inexorably on. Flying rapidly backwards, she dared to look at the fast-approaching cityscape and the wave overwhelmed her, crashing into her and spitting her back out the other side. Managing to catch herself before she fell into the ocean, Voyager hovered weakly as she coughed and sputtered, sea-water mixing with her own green blood leaking from her mouth an extremities.

No, I cannot be out now, Voyager said to herself as she picked up the chase. Not yet.

She felt a presence and looked up to see an energy sphere forming around the city. Wanderer. Maybe together they could stop it, but she couldn't reach him in time, not for the barrier. But what could she do to stop the wave from here? A barrier wouldn't work.

But a blast might, if it was strong enough.

Without a second thought, Voyager dived into the tidal wave again, reaching desperately for the center as she charged up every bit of energy she had left. Her lungs burned as she let out a silent cry and unleashed everything she had left, right as the wave crashed into Wanderer's energy barrier. Scared onlookers saw the wave glow as it exploded outwards, dissipating against the barrier like a stone and flowing in every direction at once around it, sparing the city and most of the people around it. Still engulfed in the water, she realized that Wanderer's defenses had held. They saved the city.

Voyager: Link Connected

Then the reeling waves carried her away. Something shattered as she crashed through it, shredding her arms before she crashed heavily into the ground.

Voyager: Link Connected

She tried to cry out in pain, but choked on a mouthful of her blood.

Voyager: Link Connected

...why couldn't she move. What was wrong with her neck...

Voyager: Link Connected

...why was it so cold...

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Voyager: Link Connected

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

Chrys Cassidy

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⦋ 25 (chronologically around 150) || Cowgirl || She/Her ⦌

OVERVIEW

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APPEARANCE

Cassidy is a seven-foot tall centaur, a human-horse hybrid. Her skin is pale white flecked with brown on both halves, and her ears tend to blend in with her long, messy brown hair. Always ready to hit the trail, she's rarely seen outside of her black and brown leathers or without her gear, and when she's traveling she'll usually find something unique from that location to don for the occasion.

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Cassidy may look young to our eyes, but her story goes back a long way. Hers started when she was just a foal and she was taken from her herd somewhere in Greece by an eccentric millionaire and shipped to Texas, only to escape into the West at the first opportunity to flee. She was raised by the Apache and taught to fight before she set out on her own terms, but instead of going home to Greece the untameable Cassidy headed west, seeking her own fortune and glory. It's said that she bumped shoulders with all of the famous names of the wild west, learning how to shoot from Billy the Kid, how to play poker from Wild Bill Hickock, and how to raise hell from Calamity Jane. Of all the wild figures, she may have just been the wildest of the bunch, going from robbing banks with Cassidy and the Wild Bunch to knocking back drinks with Doc Holiday.

The Wild West couldn't last forever though, and like all the legends she fought alongside and even against, the wild Chrys Cassidy just wasn't made for the turn of the century. Not one to quietly retire, she planned to ride out the old west in style, but things took a rather weird turn for her when she traveled up to the Alaskan frontier for one last job, leading a posse to hunt down some kidnappers. Tracking down the villains, who turned out to be black-garbed men with a strange eye insignia on their lapels, a simple round up turned into a shootout when the two were accosted by, of all things, a band of ice giants who mistook Cassidy's posse for the black-garbed men's allies. In the chaotic brawl, Cassidy was struck by a ki-powered ice attack that froze her solid, and the chaotic battle triggered an avalanche that buried her in the snow and rubble.

She would have most likely remained their forever until a band of scientists seeking to create the perfect life form went looking for her, wanting to use her DNA in their creation. Assuming that she had naturally died in the avalanche, they thawed her out and secured a sample of her genetic material. Or at least they tried, not knowing that the ice from a ki attack hadn't killed her but kept her in suspension, and were almost as surprised as she was when Cassidy woke up. Making a chaotic escape, the centaur cowgirl emerged into a much different time period then she left behind. To anyone else, being transported forward a good hundred years or so may have been a debilitating shock.

For Cassidy though? It was just another wild ride!

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

Cassidy is a unique fighter, combining physical ability with gunplay and a creative use of tools and tricks. Being a centaur, she's built to fight with a deadly combination of hard hits and mobility, dancing in and out of range before coming in for a brutal strike. Her species has a natural ability to imbue their weaponry with ki energy, putting them on the same level as nomads with the proper training, and she certainly has plenty of that to spare. She's a natural shot with her reliable arsenal of six-shooters and repeaters, quick on the draw and deadly accurate, and if that wasn't enough she can work a lasso and set up traps to keep you in place while she lines up her shots. In general, it's best to remember there's a reason they called her Wild Chrys Cassidy back in the day.

SIGNATURE MOVES

■ [Old West Action]

[Cassidy has a wide variety of arms, and in a fight she can swap between her six-shooters, repeating rifle, and her whip with ease.]

■ [Trapper]

[Cassidy tosses out a steel trap that can snare an enemy, holding them in place until they break free.]

■ [Rope Trick]

[Cassidy throws a lasso out to tie up an opponent, ideally knocking them over while restraining their legs.]

■ [Buck Shot]

[Cassidy spins around and donkey kicks an opponent before drawing her sawed-off and blasting them away.]

■ [Side Saddle]

[Cassidy runs alongside an enemy and fans the hammer, showering them with lead.]

SUPER MOVES

■ [Western Justice]

[Cassidy lassos an enemy around the legs and drags them along behind her for a good distance, bouncing them along before throwing them into a solid object at considerable speed.]

■ [So Anyway I Started Blasting]

[Cassidy shoots any weapons out of her opponents hands then unloads on them, firing off every weapon that she has before uncorking a bottle of whiskey, downing the whole thing in one go, and smashing it onto their head.

■ [Aces and Eights]

[Cassidy shuffles a deck of cards with one hand, tossing them at her enemy where they explode into a cloud of cards. Time seems to slow and, at a precise moment, she quick-draws and fires a shot straight through four cards, the black eights and black aces, before hitting her enemy dead center.]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Cassidy may be a scrappy fighter and a deadly shot, but against a seasoned fighter like herself, she lives or dies off her mobility. If she's in an enclosed space or prevented from moving freely, she has to rely on her toughness to stay alive, which is definitely not her optimal strategy. She also lacks the restraint that comes with experience, and can be goaded into a bad decision rather easily if she's not thinking clearly.

OTHER

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■ Since being unfrozen, she's worked with both the League of Bounty Hunters and has been a recurring side character on the Justice Riders show, oftentimes facing off against a certain masked vigilante.

■ The last guy who made a joke about riding her is in a shallow grave two miles off the Rio Grande with a belly full of lead. Don't try it.

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

Vindani Zaman

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⦋ 90 || Suvannese (Cambodian) || She/Her ⦌

OVERVIEW

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APPEARANCE

Vindani is a Suvanna, an elegant, long-lived creature resembling something between a naga and a mermaid that dwell in underwater kingdoms in the Southern oceans. Some say they are like sirens, beautiful and enticing men to their doom, and in that regard Vindani fits the idea of a Suvanna to a T. Elegant and mercurial, she's about fifteen feet long from head to tail and tries to stand at a bit under six feet tall when interacting with others. Her long white hair flows past her shoulders, fin-like ears emerging from the sides, with alluring yellow eyes standing out against her light blue scaled skin highlighted with salmon. She adores dressing in the latest, wildest fashions, though she's most comfortable with mixing her traditional purple cloak with a tight white blazer and scale-patterned purple tie..

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Vindani was born to the royal family of the underwater kingdom of Ravana, trained from birth in the art of statecraft, intrigue, and courtly politics, all in the service of being a good mother to the next great king of whatever land she was married off to. Or at least, that's what she would have been if she didn't have any say in the matter.

From a young age, Vindani was a menace to the court of Ravana and their traditionalist ways. Insatiably curious and fiendishly clever, she pushed boundaries and broke rules that the stuffy nobles didn't even know they had, sparking debates at court and infuriating religious leaders with her scandalous questions when she wasn't away exploring the world around her small kingdom, consorting with humans and other barbarous "landwalkers". Still, her parents hoped that age would temper the precocious youth, or at the very least she'd channel that boundless energy into being a dynamic, ambitious queen and a wonderful match for any prospective husband.

Vindani, as always, had different ideas. And in her eagerness to explore strange new ideas, she finally went too far. Captured in the deepest depths of the royal archives with a forbidden text clutched in her arms, it became known far and wide that the princess of Ravana was studying the forbidden arts. Worse still, she confessed that she was doing more then merely studying and had become practiced with the most vile and wicked magic that the Suvanna possessed; Soulweaving. Vindani doubted that a magical ability could be inherently evil and had discovered her unnatural talent for Soulweaving almost on accident, but such deliberations did not matter to the Suvanna. Soulweaving was a crime of the highest order, and even for a noble of high birth, the punishment was death. Not even her family would dare lift a finger to save her, so like always Vindani took care of it on her own, stealing the face of a guard to escape captivity and leaving her old life behind for good.

Newly and fiercely independent, Vindani did the Nomad thing for a good few years, exploring and trying everything she could find in the surface world while perfecting her use of Soulweaving to the point where it drew the attention of the mad machine Oh-One. Needing allies that could do what an army of robots could not, Oh-One appealed to their shared desire of being rejected by their loved ones and hired the Suvanna to infiltrate the World Martial Arts Tournament to track down the Power Stone. Vindani wasn't fooled for a second by Oh-One's pity act, especially since she didn't really give a damn about her family in the first place, but her eagerness to see what this Power Stone could do kept her in the robot's employ, putting her into conflict with a group of heroic nomads out to stop the mad machine.

While her infiltration was invaluable and her Soulweaving was a crucial part of the machine that Oh-One intended to use in his master plan, Vindani turned out to be the worst kind of ally. Increasingly frustrated with the incompetence of her own teammates and regularly left out to dry by her boss, the slippery serpent was practically begging for a reason to turn traitor and found one in perhaps the worst way possible. After a particularly nasty brawl in a ruined factory complex, a floor collapse crushed Vindani underneath a ton of rubble. Gasping for breath and feeling her life slip away, as well as her allies, she was shocked to find, of all people, Isko Azevedo digging her free. Passing out before he finished, she woke up to find herself being tended to by her former enemies and spilled the entire plan to the group, staying behind to recover while they went off to fight their last battle. As always, Vindani may have been healthier then she appeared, and made sure to make a last minute appearance so that the overcompensating toaster knew who it was that betrayed him. Plus, she did owe Isko one for saving her life.

Slipping away as the smoke cleared, Vindani left the heroes to their victory, not quite a hero herself but harboring a soft spot for those scrappy little nomads who saved the world. She'll be over in Gold City doing her own thing in the meantime, and if her old acquaintances wish to pay a visit, they're more then welcome to come to the Tidal Tempest once the sun goes down. It's a lovely spot for all sorts, mythics and nomads alike, and the lovely owner is a sight to behold. ;)

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

Vindani is a masterful Soulweaver, an ancient and forbidden magic practiced by the Suvanna of old. Often described as "ki vampirism", Soulweaving allows her to sap the ki and similar energy of nomads, using it to fuel her own potent abilities. In addition to kinetic and energy blasts, this allows her to essentially 'copy' opponents. A glance can be enough for her to mimic appearances, and more aggressive attacks on an enemy's life energy can let her copy abilities and physical attacks. Vindani has trained her soulweaving to be incredibly efficient, drawing a lot of power from a small amount of life energy, meaning that her draining abilities are only debilitating for a moment or two, and she's also trained herself in other minor magical arts, mainly aquatic magic, as well as some physical attacks of her own, all designed to keep an opponent on the back foot and herself firmly in control of any fight.

SIGNATURE MOVES

■ [Twisting Tail]

[Vindani grapples an enemy with her long tail to throw or hold onto for soulweaving.]

■ [Viper Dance]

[Vindani fires a snake made of water as a projectile that weaves its way towards a target.]

■ [Typhoon Toss]

[Vindani summons torrents of water under her opponent's feet, sending them skyward.]

■ [Sea Change]

[Vindani temporarily vanishes into a puddle of water and re-emerges elsewhere to reposition and dodge attacks.]

SUPER MOVES

■ [Your Soul Is Mine]

[Vindani makes contact with an enemy to soulweave and copy their abilities, dependent on how long contact was made. When in Soulweave mode, Vindani transforms into a form halfway between her own and the soul she copies, mimicking ki attacks and equipment with energy and water-based abilities. Can be performed at range to mimic a single ranged ki attack.]

■ [Don't Beat Yourself Up About It]

[Vindani summons dozens of fragile copies of an opponent to gang up on and attack them before diving in for a final blow with her tail.

■ [Soul Eater]

[The final and perhaps most horrific technique used by soulweavers, initiated by fusing enough outside soul energy with her own ki to transform into a truly monstrous form. It is a technique that Vindani has yet to use, and hopefully will never need to use.]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Being a creature native to the oceans, Vindani doesn't tend to function well in dry climates or any situation where water isn't readily available. Her reliance on soulweaving also means that an enemy that keeps their distance can wipe the floor with her, once they get past her less then exceptional physical abilities.

OTHER

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Not much, not yet anyway

Chrys Cassidy

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⦋ 25 (chronologically around 150) || Cowgirl || She/Her ⦌

OVERVIEW

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APPEARANCE

Cassidy is a seven-foot tall centaur, a human-horse hybrid. Her skin is pale white flecked with brown on both halves, and her ears tend to blend in with her long, messy brown hair. Always ready to hit the trail, she's rarely seen outside of her black and brown leathers or without her gear, and when she's traveling she'll usually find something unique from that location to don for the occasion.

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Cassidy may look young to our eyes, but her story goes back a long way. Hers started when she was just a foal and she was taken from her herd somewhere in Greece by an eccentric millionaire and shipped to Texas, only to escape into the West at the first opportunity to flee. She was raised by the Apache and taught to fight before she set out on her own terms, but instead of going home to Greece the untameable Cassidy headed west, seeking her own fortune and glory. It's said that she bumped shoulders with all of the famous names of the wild west, learning how to shoot from Billy the Kid, how to play poker from Wild Bill Hickock, and how to raise hell from Calamity Jane. Of all the wild figures, she may have just been the wildest of the bunch, going from robbing banks with Cassidy and the Wild Bunch to knocking back drinks with Doc Holiday.

The Wild West couldn't last forever though, and like all the legends she fought alongside and even against, the wild Chrys Cassidy just wasn't made for the turn of the century. Not one to quietly retire, she planned to ride out the old west in style, but things took a rather weird turn for her when she traveled up to the Alaskan frontier for one last job, leading a posse to hunt down some kidnappers. Tracking down the villains, who turned out to be black-garbed men with a strange eye insignia on their lapels, a simple round up turned into a shootout when the two were accosted by, of all things, a band of ice giants who mistook Cassidy's posse for the black-garbed men's allies. In the chaotic brawl, Cassidy was struck by a ki-powered ice attack that froze her solid, and the chaotic battle triggered an avalanche that buried her in the snow and rubble.

She would have most likely remained their forever until a band of scientists seeking to create the perfect life form went looking for her, wanting to use her DNA in their creation. Assuming that she had naturally died in the avalanche, they thawed her out and secured a sample of her genetic material. Or at least they tried, not knowing that the ice from a ki attack hadn't killed her but kept her in suspension, and were almost as surprised as she was when Cassidy woke up. Making a chaotic escape, the centaur cowgirl emerged into a much different time period then she left behind. To anyone else, being transported forward a good hundred years or so may have been a debilitating shock.

For Cassidy though? It was just another wild ride!

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

Cassidy is a unique fighter, combining physical ability with gunplay and a creative use of tools and tricks. Being a centaur, she's built to fight with a deadly combination of hard hits and mobility, dancing in and out of range before coming in for a brutal strike. Her species has a natural ability to imbue their weaponry with ki energy, putting them on the same level as nomads with the proper training, and she certainly has plenty of that to spare. She's a natural shot with her reliable arsenal of six-shooters and repeaters, quick on the draw and deadly accurate, and if that wasn't enough she can work a lasso and set up traps to keep you in place while she lines up her shots. In general, it's best to remember there's a reason they called her Wild Chrys Cassidy back in the day.

SIGNATURE MOVES

■ [Old West Action]

[Cassidy has a wide variety of arms, and in a fight she can swap between her six-shooters, repeating rifle, and her whip with ease.]

■ [Trapper]

[Cassidy tosses out a steel trap that can snare an enemy, holding them in place until they break free.]

■ [Rope Trick]

[Cassidy throws a lasso out to tie up an opponent, ideally knocking them over while restraining their legs.]

■ [Buck Shot]

[Cassidy spins around and donkey kicks an opponent before drawing her sawed-off and blasting them away.]

■ [Side Saddle]

[Cassidy runs alongside an enemy and fans the hammer, showering them with lead.]

SUPER MOVES

■ [Western Justice]

[Cassidy lassos an enemy around the legs and drags them along behind her for a good distance, bouncing them along before throwing them into a solid object at considerable speed.]

■ [So Anyway I Started Blasting]

[Cassidy shoots any weapons out of her opponents hands then unloads on them, firing off every weapon that she has before uncorking a bottle of whiskey, downing the whole thing in one go, and smashing it onto their head.

■ [Aces and Eights]

[Cassidy shuffles a deck of cards with one hand, tossing them at her enemy where they explode into a cloud of cards. Time seems to slow and, at a precise moment, she quick-draws and fires a shot straight through four cards, the black eights and black aces, before hitting her enemy dead center.]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Cassidy may be a scrappy fighter and a deadly shot, but against a seasoned fighter like herself, she lives or dies off her mobility. If she's in an enclosed space or prevented from moving freely, she has to rely on her toughness to stay alive, which is definitely not her optimal strategy. She also lacks the restraint that comes with experience, and can be goaded into a bad decision rather easily if she's not thinking clearly.

OTHER

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■ Since being unfrozen, she's worked with both the League of Bounty Hunters and has been a recurring side character on the Justice Riders show, oftentimes facing off against a certain masked vigilante.

■ The last guy who made a joke about riding her is in a shallow grave two miles off the Rio Grande with a belly full of lead. Don't try it.

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

Vindani Zaman

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⦋ 90 || Suvannese (Cambodian) || She/Her ⦌

OVERVIEW

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APPEARANCE

Vindani is a Suvanna, an elegant, long-lived creature resembling something between a naga and a mermaid that dwell in underwater kingdoms in the Southern oceans. Some say they are like sirens, beautiful and enticing men to their doom, and in that regard Vindani fits the idea of a Suvanna to a T. Elegant and mercurial, she's about fifteen feet long from head to tail and tries to stand at a bit under six feet tall when interacting with others. Her long white hair flows past her shoulders, fin-like ears emerging from the sides, with alluring yellow eyes standing out against her light blue scaled skin highlighted with salmon. She adores dressing in the latest, wildest fashions, though she's most comfortable with mixing her traditional purple cloak with a tight white blazer and scale-patterned purple tie..

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Vindani was born to the royal family of the underwater kingdom of Ravana, trained from birth in the art of statecraft, intrigue, and courtly politics, all in the service of being a good mother to the next great king of whatever land she was married off to. Or at least, that's what she would have been if she didn't have any say in the matter.

From a young age, Vindani was a menace to the court of Ravana and their traditionalist ways. Insatiably curious and fiendishly clever, she pushed boundaries and broke rules that the stuffy nobles didn't even know they had, sparking debates at court and infuriating religious leaders with her scandalous questions when she wasn't away exploring the world around her small kingdom, consorting with humans and other barbarous "landwalkers". Still, her parents hoped that age would temper the precocious youth, or at the very least she'd channel that boundless energy into being a dynamic, ambitious queen and a wonderful match for any prospective husband.

Vindani, as always, had different ideas. And in her eagerness to explore strange new ideas, she finally went too far. Captured in the deepest depths of the royal archives with a forbidden text clutched in her arms, it became known far and wide that the princess of Ravana was studying the forbidden arts. Worse still, she confessed that she was doing more then merely studying and had become practiced with the most vile and wicked magic that the Suvanna possessed; Soulweaving. Vindani doubted that a magical ability could be inherently evil and had discovered her unnatural talent for Soulweaving almost on accident, but such deliberations did not matter to the Suvanna. Soulweaving was a crime of the highest order, and even for a noble of high birth, the punishment was death. Not even her family would dare lift a finger to save her, so like always Vindani took care of it on her own, stealing the face of a guard to escape captivity and leaving her old life behind for good.

Newly and fiercely independent, Vindani did the Nomad thing for a good few years, exploring and trying everything she could find in the surface world while perfecting her use of Soulweaving to the point where it drew the attention of the mad machine Oh-One. Needing allies that could do what an army of robots could not, Oh-One appealed to their shared desire of being rejected by their loved ones and hired the Suvanna to infiltrate the World Martial Arts Tournament to track down the Power Stone. Vindani wasn't fooled for a second by Oh-One's pity act, especially since she didn't really give a damn about her family in the first place, but her eagerness to see what this Power Stone could do kept her in the robot's employ, putting her into conflict with a group of heroic nomads out to stop the mad machine.

While her infiltration was invaluable and her Soulweaving was a crucial part of the machine that Oh-One intended to use in his master plan, Vindani turned out to be the worst kind of ally. Increasingly frustrated with the incompetence of her own teammates and regularly left out to dry by her boss, the slippery serpent was practically begging for a reason to turn traitor and found one in perhaps the worst way possible. After a particularly nasty brawl in a ruined factory complex, a floor collapse crushed Vindani underneath a ton of rubble. Gasping for breath and feeling her life slip away, as well as her allies, she was shocked to find, of all people, Isko Azevedo digging her free. Passing out before he finished, she woke up to find herself being tended to by her former enemies and spilled the entire plan to the group, staying behind to recover while they went off to fight their last battle. As always, Vindani may have been healthier then she appeared, and made sure to make a last minute appearance so that the overcompensating toaster knew who it was that betrayed him. Plus, she did owe Isko one for saving her life.

Slipping away as the smoke cleared, Vindani left the heroes to their victory, not quite a hero herself but harboring a soft spot for those scrappy little nomads who saved the world. She'll be over in Gold City doing her own thing in the meantime, and if her old acquaintances wish to pay a visit, they're more then welcome to come to the Tidal Tempest once the sun goes down. It's a lovely spot for all sorts, mythics and nomads alike, and the lovely owner is a sight to behold. ;)

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

Vindani is a masterful Soulweaver, an ancient and forbidden magic practiced by the Suvanna of old. Often described as "ki vampirism", Soulweaving allows her to sap the ki and similar energy of nomads, using it to fuel her own potent abilities. In addition to kinetic and energy blasts, this allows her to essentially 'copy' opponents. A glance can be enough for her to mimic appearances, and more aggressive attacks on an enemy's life energy can let her copy abilities and physical attacks. Vindani has trained her soulweaving to be incredibly efficient, drawing a lot of power from a small amount of life energy, meaning that her draining abilities are only debilitating for a moment or two, and she's also trained herself in other minor magical arts, mainly aquatic magic, as well as some physical attacks of her own, all designed to keep an opponent on the back foot and herself firmly in control of any fight.

SIGNATURE MOVES

■ [Twisting Tail]

[Vindani grapples an enemy with her long tail to throw or hold onto for soulweaving.]

■ [Viper Dance]

[Vindani fires a snake made of water as a projectile that weaves its way towards a target.]

■ [Typhoon Toss]

[Vindani summons torrents of water under her opponent's feet, sending them skyward.]

■ [Sea Change]

[Vindani temporarily vanishes into a puddle of water and re-emerges elsewhere to reposition and dodge attacks.]

SUPER MOVES

■ [Your Soul Is Mine]

[Vindani makes contact with an enemy to soulweave and copy their abilities, dependent on how long contact was made. When in Soulweave mode, Vindani transforms into a form halfway between her own and the soul she copies, mimicking ki attacks and equipment with energy and water-based abilities. Can be performed at range to mimic a single ranged ki attack.]

■ [Don't Beat Yourself Up About It]

[Vindani summons dozens of fragile copies of an opponent to gang up on and attack them before diving in for a final blow with her tail.

■ [Soul Eater]

[The final and perhaps most horrific technique used by soulweavers, initiated by fusing enough outside soul energy with her own ki to transform into a truly monstrous form. It is a technique that Vindani has yet to use, and hopefully will never need to use.]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Being a creature native to the oceans, Vindani doesn't tend to function well in dry climates or any situation where water isn't readily available. Her reliance on soulweaving also means that an enemy that keeps their distance can wipe the floor with her, once they get past her less then exceptional physical abilities.

OTHER

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Not much, not yet anyway

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Kotan Vil (2)

Character's name: Kotan Vil

Race: Clawdite

Faction: Independent Systems

Character Alignment: Neutral / Dark

Character Background: Kotan Vil didn't come from nothing. She came from less then nothing.

Born on Zolan a few years after the rise of the Galactic Empire, her family was already living as second-class citizens under the oppressive rule of the Zolanders when Imperial Intelligence, fearing the shapeshifting Clawdites would use their abilities against the Empire, blockaded the planet and provided passive support to the ruling class to keep their recalcitrant shapeshifters in line. She lost her father, a former Captain in the Confederate Navy, to an Imperial firing squad when she was little, and her mother vanished into a Zolan death camp for 'subversive activities' a year later, leaving her to fend for herself and do what she could to survive. It was a wretched experience, but it wasn't enough to break her, not until she could pay the Empire back ten times over for what they did to her.

When she was barely a teenager, she got her chance almost on accident when she witnessed a TIE Fighter lose control and crash near where she was holed up. Making sure the pilot was dead in the most direct way possible, she stole the pilot's suit and activated the ruined fighter's distress signal. "ZA-592" was chastised for his carelessness in causing the crash and sent back on duty, and when "ZA-592" failed to show up to his duty shift the next day, "Captain Olien" was directing his Tartan Patrol Cruiser back to the shipyards of Kuat for scheduled repairs, only to be diverted to hunt down a rebel task force operating in the area.

Needless to say, when the rebels were accosted by Captain Olien in his far superior ship only for the Imperial officer to immediately surrender and reveal her true identity, they were immediately impressed with the inherent talents of the wily Clawdite and she was given command of the very ship she stole to fight the Empire. Kotan Vil quickly earned a reputation as a daring battlefield commander even at such a young age, spearheading raids on Imperial supply lines when she wasn't personally leading infiltration missions deep into Empire controlled territory. Kotan's staunch, almost fanatical hatred of the Empire earned her allies among the more radical elements in the Rebellion, and as she grew more experienced she came to realize that her prodigal skill and ability to deceive the weak-minded was more then just luck or tenacity; she was force-sensitive, inadvertently calling on these abilities to help her fool the weak-minded and catch glimpses of the future.

The war wasn't over after Endor though, least of all for Kotan. The Imperial Remnants still lived, and she received word that her home Zolan was on the brink of civil war in the wake of the blockade's collapse. She petitioned loudly for the New Republic to send a fleet to liberate her people before they were slaughtered by the Zolanders and their Imperial puppet-masters, but she was met with silence; the Grand Moff who oversaw the blockade was in talks with the New Republic to surrender, and they couldn't risk provoking him while the negotiations were ongoing. Kotan went anyway, taking her ship and whoever else would join. It would have been a battle like any other, a triumphant victory to add to the dozens she possessed, but when the Moff realized the fight was not going his way, rather then surrender or turn tail, he chose to hold the planet hostage, threatening to slaughter millions with his Star Destroyer's photon beam. At the height of the standoff, a transmission came in from the New Republic; she was ordered to stand down and surrender, the Moff wasn't to be touched.

Seeing the New Republic back down to curry favor with a madman threatening mass slaughter shattered her faith in the fledgling Republic, and in a moment of pure instinct and vengeful rage, she turned around and crushed the Moff's throat with the power of the Force. It made her a pariah to the forces of the New Republic, but to the downtrodden and especially to her own people, it made her a hero, perhaps moreso then she ever was in the Rebellion, and her re-emergence in the camp of the Neimoidian princess Pomda Duigro, a prominent figure in the growing independence movement, has proven to be quite a draw for those who find the New Republic's image to be tarnished.

Character Personality: At first glance, Kotan Vil comes across as rather quiet and contemplative, quietly working away or thinking over her actions before moving, showing a particular talent with the Force as well as combat, strategy, and piloting. Like any proper Clawdite though, it's clear on a second look that there's something beneath the surface. Sometimes it's a burst of childlike wonder at something new, or a inspiring and decisive command that turns the tide and saves the day. Other times it's something darker, giving into a fit of vengeance or fury, oftentimes turned against the old Empire and those who show loyalty to it. Her enemies say she's wicked, a bloodthirsty firebrand enslaved by her own anger and given in to the dark side, and her admirers say she's a revolutionary, a woman deeply concerned with the plight of those left broken and scarred by the Empire.

Character's Physical description: When she's wearing her own face, she looks like your typical Clawdite with the reptilian green skin, sunken cheeks, and large golden eyes with slit-like pupils, while her hair tends to remain black and styled in a short pixie-ish cut. She's fairly tall for her age but rather scrawny, and when she isn't forced to wear her uniform she tends to stick to her usual casual attire.

Character Class: Force Sensitive

Items:
-A reliable DL-18 blaster at her hip, just in case.
-A red synth-crystal, a gift from a friend kept for good luck. Yet to be used.
-Mirage, her personal star ship. A prototype that was meant to respond to the popular A-wing design, it's a strong air-superiority fighter with a suite of interference jammers that makes tracking and firing on the ship with lock-on technology difficult. This version has been modified with better armor and a hyperdrive, pushing it more towards a general purpose role.

Supporting Characters:

-Akula: A female Gen'Dai who worked as a mercenary during the Clone Wars and the early days of the Empire before falling in with the Rebellion. Standing four feet over most other species and bedecked in heavy armor (and inexplicably an imperial cap on top of her armored helmet), she stoically goes into battle armed with a clone marine's chaingun and enough thermal detonators to blow a hole clean through a Star Destroyer. Perhaps because of their mutual hatred of the Empire, the two quickly became friends and despite a lucrative arrangement hunting down Imperial holdouts following the defeat of the Empire, Akula readily dropped everything to join her old friend in her defection.
-Lady Pomda Duigro: A Neimoidian noblewoman who orchestrated the overthrow of the Kuati families following the collapse of the Empire, taking their place as master of the Kuat Shipyards. With an eye towards her own power and at least publicly supportive of harsher measures against the remnants of the old empire, she's since become a strong voice in the Independence movement and has even gone so far as to ally herself with the controversial Kotan Vil.

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Kotan Vil

Character's name: Kotan Vil

Race: Clawdite

Faction: Independent Systems

Character Alignment: Neutral / Dark

Character Background: Kotan Vil didn't come from nothing. She came from less then nothing.

Born on Zolan a few years after the rise of the Galactic Empire, her family was already living as second-class citizens under the oppressive rule of the Zolanders when Imperial Intelligence, fearing the shapeshifting Clawdites would use their abilities against the Empire, blockaded the planet and provided passive support to the ruling class to keep their recalcitrant shapeshifters in line. She lost her father, a former Captain in the Confederate Navy, to an Imperial firing squad when she was little, and her mother vanished into a Zolan death camp for 'subversive activities' a year later, leaving her to fend for herself and do what she could to survive. It was a wretched experience, but it wasn't enough to break her, not until she could pay the Empire back ten times over for what they did to her.

When she was barely a teenager, she got her chance almost on accident when she witnessed a TIE Fighter lose control and crash near where she was holed up. Making sure the pilot was dead in the most direct way possible, she stole the pilot's suit and activated the ruined fighter's distress signal. "ZA-592" was chastised for his carelessness in causing the crash and sent back on duty, and when "ZA-592" failed to show up to his duty shift the next day, "Captain Olien" was directing his Tartan Patrol Cruiser back to the shipyards of Kuat for scheduled repairs, only to be diverted to hunt down a rebel task force operating in the area.

Needless to say, when the rebels were accosted by Captain Olien in his far superior ship only for the Imperial officer to immediately surrender and reveal her true identity, they were immediately impressed with the inherent talents of the wily Clawdite and she was given command of the very ship she stole to fight the Empire. Kotan Vil quickly earned a reputation as a daring battlefield commander even at such a young age, spearheading raids on Imperial supply lines when she wasn't personally leading infiltration missions deep into Empire controlled territory. Kotan's staunch, almost fanatical hatred of the Empire earned her allies among the more radical elements in the Rebellion, and as she grew more experienced she came to realize that her prodigal skill and ability to deceive the weak-minded was more then just luck or tenacity; she was force-sensitive, inadvertently calling on these abilities to help her fool the weak-minded and catch glimpses of the future.

The war wasn't over after Endor though, least of all for Kotan. The Imperial Remnants still lived, and she received word that her home Zolan was on the brink of civil war in the wake of the blockade's collapse. She petitioned loudly for the New Republic to send a fleet to liberate her people before they were slaughtered by the Zolanders and their Imperial puppet-masters, but she was met with silence; the Grand Moff who oversaw the blockade was in talks with the New Republic to surrender, and they couldn't risk provoking him while the negotiations were ongoing. Kotan went anyway, taking her ship and whoever else would join. It would have been a battle like any other, a triumphant victory to add to the dozens she possessed, but when the Moff realized the fight was not going his way, rather then surrender or turn tail, he chose to hold the planet hostage, threatening to slaughter millions with his Star Destroyer's photon beam. At the height of the standoff, a transmission came in from the New Republic; she was ordered to stand down and surrender, the Moff wasn't to be touched.

Seeing the New Republic back down to curry favor with a madman threatening mass slaughter shattered her faith in the fledgling Republic, and in a moment of pure instinct and vengeful rage, she turned around and crushed the Moff's throat with the power of the Force. It made her a pariah to the forces of the New Republic, but to the downtrodden and especially to her own people, it made her a hero, perhaps moreso then she ever was in the Rebellion, and her re-emergence in the camp of the Neimoidian princess Pomda Duigro, a prominent figure in the growing independence movement, has proven to be quite a draw for those who find the New Republic's image to be tarnished.

Character Personality: At first glance, Kotan Vil comes across as rather quiet and contemplative, quietly working away or thinking over her actions before moving, showing a particular talent with the Force as well as combat, strategy, and piloting. Like any proper Clawdite though, it's clear on a second look that there's something beneath the surface. Sometimes it's a burst of childlike wonder at something new, or a inspiring and decisive command that turns the tide and saves the day. Other times it's something darker, giving into a fit of vengeance or fury, oftentimes turned against the old Empire and those who show loyalty to it. Her enemies say she's wicked, a bloodthirsty firebrand enslaved by her own anger and given in to the dark side, and her admirers say she's a revolutionary, a woman deeply concerned with the plight of those left broken and scarred by the Empire.

Character's Physical description: When she's wearing her own face, she looks like your typical Clawdite with the reptilian green skin, sunken cheeks, and large golden eyes with slit-like pupils, while her hair tends to remain black and styled in a short pixie-ish cut. She's fairly tall for her age but rather scrawny, and when she isn't forced to wear her uniform she tends to stick to her usual casual attire (disregarding the sniper rifle of course).

Character Class: Force Sensitive

Items:
-A reliable DL-18 blaster at her hip, just in case.
-A red synth-crystal, a gift from a friend kept for good luck. Yet to be used.
-Mirage, her personal star ship. A prototype that was meant to respond to the popular A-wing design, it's a strong air-superiority fighter with a suite of interference jammers that makes tracking and firing on the ship with lock-on technology difficult. This version has been modified with better armor and a hyperdrive, pushing it more towards a general purpose role.

Supporting Characters:

-Akula: A female Gen'Dai who worked as a mercenary during the Clone Wars and the early days of the Empire before falling in with the Rebellion. Standing four feet over most other species and bedecked in heavy armor (and inexplicably an imperial cap on top of her armored helmet), she stoically goes into battle armed with a clone marine's chaingun and enough thermal detonators to blow a hole clean through a Star Destroyer. Perhaps because of their mutual hatred of the Empire, the two quickly became friends and despite a lucrative arrangement hunting down Imperial holdouts following the defeat of the Empire, Akula readily dropped everything to join her old friend in her defection.
-Lady Pomda Duigro: A Neimoidian noblewoman who orchestrated the overthrow of the Kuati families following the collapse of the Empire, taking their place as master of the Kuat Shipyards. With an eye towards her own power and at least publicly supportive of harsher measures against the remnants of the old empire, she's since become a strong voice in the Independence movement and has even gone so far as to ally herself with the controversial Kotan Vil.
-Zo Kalurr: A Nautolan female, obstensively Pomda Duigro's bodyguard but given her proven ability as a commander in the last years of the Rebellion pretty much everyone suspects she is in place to become a Captain or Admiral in the space fleet of Duigro's independent Kuat. Similar experiences in the war meant she struck up a fast friendship with Kotan, one that soon became much more then a simple friendship.

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Koton Vil

Character's name: Koton Vil

Race: Clawdite

Faction: Independent Systems

Character Alignment: Neutral

Character Background: Koton Vil didn't come from nothing. She came from less then nothing.

Born on Zolan a few years after the rise of the Galactic Empire, her family was already living as second-class citizens under the oppressive rule of the Zolanders when Imperial Intelligence, fearing the shapeshifting Clawdites would use their abilities against the Empire, blockaded the planet and provided passive support to the ruling class to keep their recalcitrant shapeshifters in line. She lost her father, a former Captain in the Confederate Navy, to an Imperial firing squad when she was little, and her mother vanished into a Zolan death camp for 'subversive activities' a year later, leaving her to fend for herself and do what she could to survive. It was a wretched experience, but it wasn't enough to break her, not until she could pay the Empire back ten times over for what they did to her.

When she was barely a teenager, she got her chance almost on accident when she witnessed a TIE Fighter lose control and crash near where she was holed up. Making sure the pilot was dead in the most direct way possible, she stole the pilot's suit and activated the ruined fighter's distress signal. "ZA-592" was chastised for his carelessness in causing the crash and sent back on duty, and when "ZA-592" failed to show up to his duty shift the next day, "Captain Olien" was directing his Tartan Patrol Cruiser back to the shipyards of Kuat for scheduled repairs, only to be diverted to hunt down a rebel task force operating in the area.

Needless to say, when the rebels were accosted by Captain Olien in his far superior ship only for the Imperial officer to immediately surrender and reveal her true identity, they were immediately impressed with the inherent talents of the wily Clawdite and she was given command of the very ship she stole to fight the Empire. Rechristening it with the name Mirror, a tongue-in-cheek reference to her species' shape-shifting, Koton Vil quickly earned a reputation as a daring battlefield commander even at such a young age, spearheading raids on Imperial supply lines when she wasn't personally leading infiltration missions deep into Empire controlled territory. Koton's staunch, almost fanatical hatred of the Empire earned her allies among the more radical elements in the Rebellion, and as she grew more experienced she came to realize that her prodigal skill and ability to deceive the weak-minded was more then just luck or tenacity; she was force-sensitive, inadvertently calling on these abilities to help her fool the weak-minded and catch glimpses of the future.

It was around the time Koton discovered her connection to the Force that she won her biggest victory in the war against the Empire. Shortly after the Battle of Endor sounded the death knell of the Empire, the fleet Koton was attached to cornered a shattered Imperial retreat at Balmorra, only to be ambushed by a stronger fleet spearheaded by an Imperial-class Star Destroyer. With the Rebel flagship disabled in the opening volley, Koton took charge and rallied her forces, drawing an Imperial fleet into a bad position before turning around and personally leading a strike on the Star Destroyer, drawing panicked fire with the battle-hardened cruiser and providing an opening for a bombing run that crippled and eventually destroyed the Capital ship, shattering one of the last desperate attempts by the Galactic Empire to regroup and strike back before its inevitable collapse.

The Mirror limped back home to a hero's welcome and Koton Vil was awarded with the official title of Captain and assigned to the 67th Defense Force, but the war was not yet over for her. The Imperial Remnants still lived, and she received word that her home Zolan was on the brink of civil war in the wake of the blockade's collapse. She petitioned loudly for the New Republic to live up to their morals and liberate her people before they were slaughtered by the Zolanders and their Imperial puppet-masters, but she was met with silence; the Imperial governor who oversaw the blockade was in talks with the New Republic to surrender, and they couldn't risk provoking him while the negotiations were ongoing. Furious that her people were being sacrificed to appease an Imperial butcher, Koton chose to go anyway, taking her ship, her friends, and whoever would follow her.

Koton Vil's defection drew the attention of the growing independence movement in the galaxy, and by the time she reached Zolan she found a fleet awaiting her there, turning what would have been a hard-fought battle into a womp rat shoot. Shortly thereafter, she was contacted by Lady Pomda Duigro, a prominent leader in the growing independence movement who had successfully taken the battered Kuat shipyards from the Remnant and sought strong leaders who would defend the ideals that brave men and women like her fought and died for. Koton Vil readily accepted her promotion to the head of Lady Duigro's rapidly expanding 'private defense fleet', taking one of the newly made Providence-classes as her new flagship.

Character Personality: At first glance, Koton Vil comes across as rather quiet and contemplative, quietly working away or thinking over her actions before moving, fittingly for a Clawdite. And like a Clawdite, it's clear on a second look that there's something beneath the surface. Sometimes it's a burst of childlike wonder at something new, or a inspiring and decisive command that turns the tide and saves the day. Other times it's something darker, a fit of vengeful spite or a furious outburst at a bad moment. Whatever is under the skin though, there's an undercurrent of hope and a desire for justice against oppressors that underpins her actions and in turn inspires her to greatness.

Character's Physical description: When she's wearing her own face, she looks like your typical Clawdite with the reptilian green skin, sunken cheeks, and large golden eyes with slit-like pupils, while her hair tends to remain black and styled in a short pixie-ish cut. She's fairly tall for her age but rather scrawny, and when she isn't forced to wear her uniform she tends to stick to her usual casual attire.

Character Class: Force Sensitive (Admiral)

Items:
-A reliable DL-18 blaster at her hip, just in case.
-Echo, her newly built flagship, a Providence-class vessel straight out of the Clone Wars and modernized for the present day conflict. Much larger and sturdier then the Confederate cruisers of old, it borrows heavily from Mon Calamari engineering tech and can go toe-to-toe with Star Destroyers.

Supporting Characters:
-Kas Vaank: A shy Quarren wrench jockey in the rebellion close to Koton's age, the two were initially distrustful rivals when the wily Clawdite stumbled her way into the Rebellion, but after a few years of service the pair opened up to one another and they quickly became fast friends and valuable allies, readily joining his friend on her mission to free her homeland and has become her Chief Engineer and second-in-command.
-Akula: A female Gen'Dai who worked as a mercenary during the Clone Wars and the early days of the Empire before falling in with the Rebellion. Standing four feet over most other species and bedecked in heavy armor (and inexplicably an imperial cap on top of her armored helmet), she stoically goes into battle armed with a clone marine's chaingun and enough thermal detonators to blow a hole clean through a Star Destroyer. Perhaps because of their shared stoic demeanor, the two quickly became friends and despite a lucrative arrangement hunting down Imperial holdouts following the defeat of the Empire, Akula readily dropped everything to join her old friend in her defection.
Lady Pomda Duigro: A Neimoidian noblewoman who rose to power on her homeworld after the Empire sidelined her political rivals by nationalizing the Trade Federation. Despite owing her new position to the Empire, she actively worked to sabotage the Imperial war machine and after the Battle of Endor she rose in rebellion, throwing off the Imperial yoke and quickly seizing the Imperial shipyards at Kuat, becoming head of the nominal Kuat Federation. While obstensively a member of the New Republic, the circumstances of her ascendency and her desire to see the Empire wiped from the map made her quite a few enemies and she has since fallen in with the burgeoning independence faction, recruiting the firebrand Koton into her camp as well. While not quite as fervently anti-imperial as the Clawdite given her desires to hold onto her newfound power, the two share a good working relationship nonetheless.